02-18-2017, 05:38 AM
yellow wood
frost-kissed
barren trees
hands reaching
no longer time
for green steps
leaves sting
wind-whipped
on this trail
of dying
blossoms
frost-kissed
barren trees
hands reaching
no longer time
for green steps
leaves sting
wind-whipped
on this trail
of dying
blossoms
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson